A few years ago, in my dreams, when I was imagining my future, I could see sometimes: an evening, a studio, a desk, there is a woman sitting at the desk (an older woman), she’s writing…and writing, and writing…all the time…she forgets about her surroundings, she’s writing.  I can see myself as this woman.  Another time I could see a modest apartment which I share with my sister—earlier I thought it was Tamarcia [Rywka’s sister who was deported], but today it’s more probable that it’s Cipka.  Some other time I can see: an evening, a modest room with lights, all my family sitting at the table.  It’s so nice…so warm, cozy…Oh, it’s so good!  Later, when they all go to bed, I sit at the sewing machine and I’m sewing…sewing…it’s so sweet, so good…so delightful!  Because everything I make with my own hands is our livelihood.  It pays for bread, education, clothes…almost everything.